Pretty Girls Have The Worst Nightmares

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Woke up in a sweat.
Life is such a threat.
Heart beating fast like someone who just broke glass.
Walking in a dark tunnel is my past.

Trying to forget when evil is planned.
A voice saying "Don't fear me, I'm your special friend".
Thinking it's alright.
I try not to fright.

Getting closer.
The tunnel is getting deeper.
Feeling someone behind you like Jeepers Creepers.
The tunnel is getting darker.
I'm getting further.

Finally the tunnel ended.
There was a mirror.
I'm looking at me.
Looking at me "I'm so pretty".

I touched the glass to see if it was true,
Then the glass shattered through.
Cutting my wrists.
Crying "I'm scared".

I dropped to my knees, bleeding.
Then I see dark shadows. But they're talking.
Saying "I'll harm you if you stay, I promise you will never get a chance to pray".

They were saying that together.
Almost like they were chanting.
My cuts got deeper.
My tears got heavier.

Then there was another shadow figure,
That stand out from all the others.
This shadow figure had red eyes.
The shadow figure hovered over me saying
"Death is in your eyes, keep crying or your soul dies".
I closed my eyes.
Try to fight the evil inside.

I try standing up, putting my hands up.
That voice, the same voice say "You shall not fear me, come to me and you will be free".

The shadow figures kept chanting "Fear will be near, we will get you, my dear".
Then I stand straight.
Blood dripping down my face.

I chant "I shall not fear light, I will give him all my might".
I kept chanting and praying.
Waving and standing.

Soon I started to feel sunlight.
It shines so bright.
Then the voice say "Your beautiful face, listen to me, and you will be walking by grace".

Opening my eyes, finally.
Scars and wounds are healed.
He said to me "My child you're healed, but down there you could've been killed".

Smiling in my sleep, finally I'm at peace.












This poem is about dealing with my demons.
My definition of beauty, but I've been beautiful. Inside and out. Everyone is beautiful and don't let nobody tell you different. Also keep your prayers up.

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